from this week in March, 1977 (I was 32)
Hiking
Mission Peak
Through the stand of
eucalyptus
fallen leaves paisley
teardrops
tall shade cool as a cough
drop
blacktop over a path
Ohlone’s once walked
Someone built a stile over
a barbed wire fence
Now that’s society in
dilemma I thought
Are there still ladders
scaling the Berlin Wall?
Seats to duck behind during
horror movies?
Classes to cut at the
college?
Stupid Lucy to love on
re-runs?
You sat before me spreading
creases in your brain like legs
You had me fantasizing pink
roses
I was leaning in the bush
trying to get a whiff
Cows nudged one another and
moved
They chewed and watched our
progress dumbfounded
It doesn’t take much
learning to become beef
The presumptuous sun grew
tedious
One hill rolled against
another
ever more angular promises
revealed beyond
Ultimately nothing more
than loftier perspective
fog rolling down the bay
from the north
Nothing to eat and
airplanes grinding in the sky
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